Simone Brigitte
Penthouse Pet of the Year
Saturday 10 pm at Wizzard's, Belleville, NJ.
I came to see Simone Brigitte, pretty blond Penthouse Pet who is featuring at this club that is making an alltime big comeback. It is the Saturday that is nested between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. Last night was a big night for almost every club, they were more busy than on any other day the past year. Tonight, if there were no feature here, even Wizzard's would be quiet. But the good marketing has produced results, the place is at least half full, and the new longer stage and extra seating prove useful, every seat is taken, and there are even some guys lurking in the background. I came to meet this lady, but I was truly more curious of what this guy from Philadelphia is doing that suddenly works after two previous clubs failed to succeed at this same location.
There are a few minutes before the feature show so I decide to talk to Simone before her show. The owner, John, knocks on the door of his office, that is, temporarily transformed to a feature dressing room for this week. The door opens and we go in. I expect someone snotty. Penthouse Pet of the Year, mind you. Instead, I find an angel. For contrast she is wearing a devil's outfit.
Simone Brigitte is a petite blonde with an immaculate complexion and a warm and inquiring smile.
As I enter the dressing room she hugs me so warmly, so physically, that I think she must think I am someone else she knows. But it seems that it's not personal, and she is warm and welcoming, a very unusual trait for an American. After some "background check" we quickly discover that she is half-Hungarian, and this sudden closeness and intimacy now feels less uncomfortable. It is time for the show, I ask permission to take pictures, permission denied. I take a strategic position after I shrug off my disappointment and wait for the show. She comes, in the same devil's outfit, lots of red, lots of silver, lots of blond hair.
I watch her dance. Her unusual softness and kindness invites some surely unwelcome advances from the audience, guys try to hold her longer by holding onto her hand that reaches out to take their tip.
Her breasts are huge and inviting. She takes her devil's bra off to reveal a tiny silver color bra that really shows her bosom off. Wizzard's is a full liquor go-go bar, yet you can enjoy the sight of her body to almost its fullest.
The crowd is slightly subdued, very few cheers, though they are obviously enjoying her.
Most feature clubs in the US are either topless or nude. It must be a complete change of pace for a nude feature to have to rely only on her dancing--nudity isn't helping her sell the fantasy. What can she do? Dance.
Simone is done with her set. She goes to the office dressing room and freshens up for her pictures. I come in and assemble the camera, still shaking a little from her touch on my body from earlier. Wow, She is treating me like a man! I mean as if we were from compatible genders! I recall the incident a few years ago when that blond dancer in Queens tried to seduce me. I honestly wrote it up in an article and Screw magazine picked it up and called me 'Mentertainment's lesbian publisher.' "I will never go through that again!" I wow.
Simone is very sexy, seductive, she knows the buttons to push to make any human to fall for her. It takes all my strength to tear myself away from the magic. She throws her head back and moans. Or am I hearing things? Her face shows intense desire. "Where did you learn to do this? Do you practice in front of the mirror?" I ask to keep myself unattached. "Maybe I should," she says softly, looking deep into my eyes. I am so glad I am not a man. I would give her my house, my car, my last penny to keep her look at me like that. "Do you want to see my costumes?" She asks. I nod. "Better than staring at her," I think. She kneels on the floor next to this big trunk that holds only some of her costumes. She sits on her knees stretches forward like a kitten as I watch her curves, her ass, her hair gently cover her face and shoulder. Is she intent on seducing me? Or she is just plain sexy, unaware how exciting it is to watch her, to listen to her, to bathe in the heavenly scent of her perfume?
She shows me some of her beautiful outfits and then we both sit on the floor, now it is two girls sharing girl talk. Instant intimacy, love, empathy. Her beautiful face is full of passion as she talks about her views about having children, about how she would be if she owned a club, about what it is like to be on the roller coaster of love. "I just want to have a nice life," she says, with some pain. Maybe she knows already it is not that simple.
She lives in the fastest growing city in the US, Las Vegas, the city of glamour, glitter and long nights out, living in hope. A town where permanence is not to be expected. Where being good can cost you.
Simone Brigitte. Exotic, warm and longing - You'd fall in love with her.